not demon

【65】

"Bring a cool breeze and blow it up, as if autumn is born in your hands." - This is what Gu Qingming once said to himself.

At that time, it was the sweltering early autumn, Fang Yueheng was reading scrolls in the study, and he would not come out of the study until the most sweltering afternoon.

Occasionally, I didn't come out of it for a long time.Gu Qingming missed him a little, snatched Fang Yueheng's cooling fan from Lao Li, skipped and went to the study room, saying that he wanted to fan Fang Yueheng.

"What are you doing?" Fang Yueheng helplessly put down the scroll in his hand, stopped Gu Qingming's troublesome hands, and then said word by word: "I'm reading something, I will accompany you after I finish reading, okay?"

"I'm here to fan you, not to cause trouble." Gu Qingming pursed his mouth aggrievedly, and the bamboo fan in his hand fell to the ground.

"But I'm reading now, it's not hot at all." Fang Yueheng picked up the bamboo fan on the ground and stuffed it back into Qingming's hand.

Said: "And you see that you are so hot that you are sweating on your forehead, how can I ask you to fan me, and I can't sit still here."

"I'm fine. I'm just playing around all day long. How can you be so busy..." Gu Qingming shook his head, rolled his eyes and said, "Yue Heng, otherwise you can set up a summer mat in the yard at night. Continue watching? It’s too hot now, it’s uncomfortable to watch..."

"If you keep arguing, I'll let Lao Li watch you copy the ancient book ten times." Fang Yueheng straightened up and said seriously.

Gu Qingming immediately didn't dare to speak anymore.He didn't want to copy that dull and boring ancient book so many times.

He couldn't remember what mistake he made last time, but Fang Yue punished him for copying books, and his hands hurt unbearably for several days.

Although Fang Yueheng was behind him "pretending" to coax him with distress, he no longer wanted to copy books.

Moreover, when Fang Yueheng coaxed him, he even said that he wanted to increase his knowledge of ancient books, but he couldn't even read those ancient characters, so how could he increase his common sense!

"Go and sit there." Fang Yueheng pointed to the small chair next to the desk.

Gu Qingming put down the bamboo fan in his hand, sat down obediently.Fang Yueheng looked at his serious appearance.

I always felt a little funny in my heart, so I put down the scroll in my hand, stood up, went over and stroked his hair and said, "How about this, I'll test you on a line of poetry, and if you can answer it, I won't punish you for copying the book today." .”

After hearing this, Gu Qingming couldn't help but murmured to himself in a low voice: "I shouldn't have been fined for copying..."

"Ahem, let me say the first sentence. There is no snow in midsummer, and there is endless wind all year round." After Fang Yueheng said the first sentence of the poem, he stopped in a timely manner, and then said to Gu Qingming: "What do you mean by the second sentence?" ?”

"How could I know if you suddenly said something like this out of nowhere." Gu Qingming pouted, but then scratched the back of his head with his hand, sitting there thinking hard.

Fang Yueheng walked to the table, picked up the tea that was not cold on the desk and poured a cup, with tenderness hidden in his dark eyes.

He used to sit next to Gu Qingming, and said with a smile on his face: "Let's say it first, I remember you were punished for copying poems and copied this sentence last time, don't tell me you haven't learned it."

"I never learned it before." Gu Qingming quickly walked down the steps. "Yue Heng, you are so nice, just tell me what you mean."

"Why are you smiling?" Fang Yueheng touched his cheek.

"I think you'll tell me." Gu Qingming threw herself into his arms and rubbed his lapel with a smile.

"Well, what do I have to replace it with?" Fang Yueheng lowered his eyes.

"For what?"

"Kiss."

"Hmm..." Gu Qingming was very straightforward. He hugged Fang Yueheng's neck and gently rubbed his cold lips up. Fang Yueheng hugged his waist tightly, stretched out his hand to stroke the top of his hair, and said, "Don't die! you."

In the sultry afternoon, the two sat together and kissed. Fang Yueheng liked the feeling of Gu Qingming being held in his arms under the quilt very much. It was very cute and he liked it very much.

"Tell me the next sentence." After the lingering kiss was over, Gu Qingming raised his head, looked at Fang Yueheng with a slightly red face and said.

"Okay, okay, for the sake of being so obedient." Fang Yueheng's tone was quite calm, he hugged Gu Qingming and said, "The next sentence is to draw the autumn wind into his hands and hide the moon into his arms."

"I told you both sentences, should I tell me what they mean?" Fang Yueheng asked.

"Hmm..." Gu Qingming didn't know how to answer, so he could only bite the bullet and explain. Suddenly, his clear eyes swept away and saw the cooling fan on the desk, and then he said, "I think... it might be a When a cool wind blows, it seems that autumn is born in the hand, and the moon painted on the fan is just hidden in the bosom..."

Seeing Fang Yueheng frowning, Gu Qingming immediately thought that he had made a mistake, jumped into Xia Yueheng's arms, and said, "Oh, I won't say it anymore, every time I say it is wrong..."

"That's right." Fang Yueheng stood up, looked at the person in front of him, and felt an inexplicable sense of nothingness.

Everything in front of my eyes is like an illusion, even if I can reach out and touch it now, it will disappear without a trace in the next moment.Fang Yueheng sighed lightly, and then continued: "That's very good."

"I suddenly discovered that my family Qingming also has the talent to compose poems."

"You're talking nonsense..." Gu Qingming turned his head and said in embarrassment.

"Don't deny it, it's really good." Fang Yueheng said with a smile.

In the afternoon, a desk was set up under the quiet eaves of the bamboo shade. Fang Yueheng was sitting at the desk writing something, when a gust of wind swept by, the bamboo shadows swayed outside the window, and the rustling sound came to Gu Qingming's ears.

He fanned Fang Yueheng by the side.

Such a warm afternoon.

"Still awake?" Fang Yueheng came back from the magistrate's mansion, didn't even look at the main hall, so he quickly lifted his clothes and went to Gu Qingming's room to have a look.

His face was already a little tired, and he was exhausted from not sleeping well for several days. In addition, he was worried about Gu Qingming's safety day and night, and now his eye sockets were darkened and his face was pale.

"No." Daoist Qinghe shook his head, he stroked his beard, "Gu Qingming's spiritual breath has actually been consolidated and complete, but due to the illusion of the flower demon, coupled with the long-term uneasiness in his heart, he is now unconscious It’s actually a normal phenomenon.”

"But even if Qingming was injured before, he wouldn't be in a coma for so long. It's been four days now, and he hasn't woken up for four whole days."

Fang Yueheng rubbed his temples and said in pain: "I can't go on anymore, Qingming is lying on the bed like that, but I can't do anything, Daoist Qinghe, can you really help me..."

"Mr. Fang, you have to wait for four days, and you have to wait for four months. You have been waiting for so long. Do you still need these few days?"

"But Qingming needs me, and I need him too." Fang Yueheng looked at Gu Qingming's room, "I was wrong before, I shouldn't let him go back alone, it was too cruel to him, he just wanted to treat him By my side, but I kept driving him away..."

"Old Qinghe!" The two were talking when a steady male voice suddenly came from a distance.

Daoist Qinghe seemed to be used to Yechen calling him this, and he didn't feel angry. Instead, he put the whisk in his hand on the sleeve of Crescent Moon's white sleeve, and said, "Yechen, is your injury healed?"

"It's almost done. I think I'll be able to go back to Luoxue Mountain to play chess with you old man in a few days." Yechen smiled and played with Daoist Qinghe, followed by Shuangtong who walked slowly.

"How is the young master with double pupils?" Daoist Qinghe asked casually while looking at the two pupils.

"Hmm..." Shuangtong glanced at Fang Yueheng first, and then answered Taoist Qinghe's words. He helped Fang Yueheng's arm, and said carefully: "Master, let me help you to rest."

"I'm going to see Qingming, you go back to your room first." Fang Yueheng shook his head and said, these days Lao Li is not in the mansion, and Shuangtong has been taking care of him, so the relationship between the two is also very good, so that Yechen saw Also slightly jealous.

But after all, Shuangtong is still a servant of Fangfu, so he can't do anything about it.I can only watch Shuangtong doing her own thing in peace, and bring him out at night to talk to him.

"Then I'll get you some water." Shuangtong said with a low eyebrow, he was about to turn around and leave, but Ye Chen grabbed his sleeve and said, "Go back to your room, I'll help you. "

"No, no, I can do it myself..." Shuang Tong didn't like Ye Chen teasing and teasing her in public.

And he also said some words of concern for him. Although he was very happy to hear it in his heart, he couldn't show it on the surface, otherwise he would be laughed at by others.

Shuangtong is just a child from a poor family, and she has low self-esteem since she was a child.And because he was very delicate and good-looking, he would inevitably be bullied by children of the same age.

So he has been afraid to contact other people.Even after losing his parents and elder brother, he just stayed in a dilapidated temple by himself, and kept company with stray cats all day long.

"Okay, you don't have to rush around, go and take care of Yechen." Fang Yueheng naturally knew what Yechen was thinking, he waved his hands and said to Shuangtong: "Yechen is also your savior, You don’t need to come and take care of me, just go to him, I just want to accompany Qingming first.”

"But young master..." Shuangtong still wanted to say something.

"It's okay, I'm sure." Fang Yueheng thanked Taoist Master Qinghe and entered the door. He closed the door carefully.

The room was quiet, Gu Qingming was still lying unconscious on the bed, Fang Yueheng slowly paced from the side to the edge of the bed, every step he took felt pain in his heart, even the tip of his tongue felt sore.

In fact, no matter how many days you can wake up, I will wait for you.

It's just that I don't want to wait so long, until you wake up and don't remember who I am.